Excerpts from the Book 'Oscar Wilde':

... edition will be made. The autographed copies were all subscribed for before publication. The edition consists of. 49 copies on Inomachi vellum, in ...
... Well, what's up. The other shook a paper: There is only one genius in England and they have put him in jail.. One may wonder though whether it ...
... for any soul. It was at Delmonico's, shortly after he told our local Customs that he had nothing to declare but genius, that I first met him. He ...
... in it. He paused and added: But who am I to tamper with a masterpiece.-a jest which afterward he was too generous to hoard. Later, in London, ...
... and I remember Wilde patting the boy and saying: Don't call me that, it sounds so respectable.. In Tite street I had the privilege of meeting Mrs. ...
... I have all the criminal classes with me, he announced, and that was his one platitude, a banality that contrived to be tragic. Then headlong ...
... en route to the cemetery, through the Porte de l'Enfer. But in Tite street, at this time, and in Regent street where he occasionally dined, he was ...
... by rising and saying: Shall we continue the conversation in the drawing-room.. But I am in error. That was not his only rebuke. On one occasion ...
... me, I passed the forenoon at the British Museum looking at a gold-piece in a case.. Afterward we drove to Chelsea. It was a vile night, bleak and bitter. ...
... ask him in to dinner.. Wilde gestured. Dinner is not a feast, it is a ceremony.. Subsequently that ceremony must have been contemplated, for ...
... not boasting. One evening he dined on his Sphinx. Subsequently I supped with him on Salome.. That was in the Regent street restaurant where, apropos ...
... horror, his destiny crouched. If so, he braved it. I had looked away. I looked again. Before me was a fat pauper, florid and over-dressed, who, in ...
... and told him that I had. Indifferently he nodded and, assimilating Hugo with superb unconcern, threw out: It is only the shudder that counts.. That ...
... that sit and spin are jealous of sudden success. It may be that Mrs. Wilde was right. In any event, for some time before the crash he saw few of his ...
... from them the value of silence, the mystery that it lends to beauty, in particular the dignity that it gives to grief. In their tragedies any victim ...
... tragic muse. It was merely a tragedy of letters. Letters, yes, but lower case. Wilde was a third rate poet who occasionally rose to the second class ...
... The diagnosis may or may not be exact. Yet it is on illusions that we all subsist. We live on lies by day and dreams at night. From the standpoint ...
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